Nebula was here, and ready to make the most of these strange occurrences, it seemed.

From above, a disguised Makoto sat atop Haguru alongside Onji - the duo using the floating Klinklang as a vantage point. They could already spot the others - howard slayte , Tempest Quinn , and Amor Rose - all hard at work trying to contain this outbreak... Though, their own position would be one of support - their bird's eye view helping prevent any potential ambushes. "Let's give another Heal Bell."

Onji, using his psychic abilities, would convey the command down to Tsukiko - who was going all-out down below. Frost covered the webs that she danced about, the occasional Ariados frozen under her Blizzards. But as soon as the order was given, she turned her attentions to her allies instead. And with a echoing chime, her Heal Bell would stave off any poisons that may have afflicted her allies!

... Although, that being said... Makoto certainly wished that the Heal Bell would do something about the nausea that kept roiling in their gut...

Mint ran through, his Flareon sticking close as she launched herself at different spiders with FIRE FANG, sending the spiders swinging. He felt a little guilty, his own Spinarak tucked safely at home. "Arrabiata, burn them all to a crisp we gotta- whoa!" Mint nearly goes limp, catching himself on a wall before he fell over.

Hiss Rotom took a glance at him before purposefully moving to take footage of the spiders ass they livestreamed. Hiss Flareon moved back, barking in worry. Mint closed his eyes before shaking hiss head. The wave of unsteadiness fading quickly but there was a strange throbbing in his head. "Ugh...it's fine- I think- hhahha!" he said getting up and fanning himself. "Focus on keeping those Ariados away form me! I'll handle letting out the people trapped!" he ordered as he ran over to help.


😈 if your character has participated in AT LEAST 3 POISON PATROLS, they may feel slightly unwell during this patrol.

If there was something he hated, it was rumors. Whispers and gossip tended to muddy any clarity, any origin of what the start of the problem was, and when it came to Rocket, not only did it sweep over them like the plague, but it stayed, rotting the thoughts of any good workers...doctors mainly.

It started with a family of four...The father had been assaulted by one of the Ariados who happened to be nesting nearby, catching him surprised whenever one of its strong stinger-like legs got him from behind. That is natural, Pokémon naturally attacked, they were Pokémon. What else could they do? Laurence was quick to dismiss stories like this, they'd been overhyped and fantasized over the most natural of things...But what had kept him listening was the effects after being diagnosed as entirely fine. Supposedly, he'd gone entirely ghost-faced, his features had slowly lost their touch, and his eyes had gone a startling purple, his hair turning a stark white. Now that was odd. And to make the story much more elusive, he'd changed in terms of personality, once a supposed calm fisherman turned violent, uncontrollable, and all under the span of mere days...Doctors had coined it as trauma, but civilians had dubbed it much darker. Yet, there was no definitive answer for it.

At least, that was where Laurence had been in terms of his thoughts on it.

So, then why exactly had he gone to the scene himself? Laurence overlooked the road, its various white hollow cocoons standing half as tall as he tried to find what could have been at least something that could have helped in giving him a sort of proof of this whole thing. But, no matter how many times he’d have his Crobat carefully aim an Air Slash at one of the cocoons that littered the roads, he’d find that there was no one occupied it unless it was the unlucky newborn Spinarak that would see its first and last light of day, no others who happened to have suffered a similar fate to the man from the rumor.

“Nothing can be too easy I guess…”


He’d remind himself if it were then he’d easily have a lead on things, and that would have meant that this could have been entirely solved, but clearly, Rocket had little intel on it…And so in a way, it’d fall to him to go and find a way to get into the research of it all, even if he had little hope he’d get too far into it.